"I spy you" - 38

She went near Amruta’s house to check why there was a delay from her side. She was about to knock the door when she heard a horrible scream from inside. Vasu’s heartbeat became faster. It was Amruta’s scream!

Vasu was contemplating whether to knock the door or retrieve to her home, when the door suddenly flew open and a heavily disheveled Amruta ran out. She did not see Vasu who was standing at one side of the door. She blindly rushed to Vasu’s house and started banging the door.

Vasu ran back to her home and steadied an almost falling Amruta. She opened the lock and took Amruta inside by putting her arm on Amruta’s shoulders.

She was about to close the door from inside when she accidentally turned her face towards Amruta’s house. There! He was standing. Amruta’s husband? Yes, he is the same person who was smiling in the photograph inside Amruta’s house. But now his face had a murderous rage. Vasu hurriedly closed the door and tried to pacify a sobbing Amruta.

Vasu shook her holding her shoulders. She then dragged her on to the sofa in the hall and made her sit. Then she went inside the kitchen quickly and brought a tumbler of water. Amruta drank the water little by little in between her sobbing.

After a few more minutes she calmed down. Vasu went and sat next to her. She had somehow started growing fond of this lady.

“Can you please tell me what the problem is? Did he hurt you?” asked Vasu in a very calm tone which smoothened the ruffled feathers of Amruta.

“He came and started bombarding me what I did all these days? Have I picked up any new friendship?” she sobbed.

“You should have told him that I am your friend and as far as I know you are moving with me!”  Vasu said and patted Amruta’s back as if to make her calm.

It did have a calming effect on Amruta. Slowly her sobs reduced and she wiped her tears and smiled at Vasu.

“See, this is why I come here running. Whenever I feel bad, whenever I have happy news to share, the first thing I think of is Vasu. Is it wrong? I now doubt the institution of marriage itself. There must be something very wrong in our pairing itself” Amruta was talking to herself rather than addressing Vasu.

Vasu’s heart felt full of compassion towards Amruta. ‘This girl is feeling down and out. I should pacify her and make her feel comfortable’ thought Vasu and got up to make coffee for Amruta. Even she was feeling little dull by the dramatics of Amruta. She too badly wanted a cup of coffee.

She thought what would be her next move now since Amruta’s husband, SahishNu has come back. Being so close to Amruta, would it be difficult to meet SahishNu? Was her first thought.

With the cups of coffee in a tray with some biscuits too being placed on it, she came and set the tray on the table.